Chapter 233

I'm not entirely sure, but I feel this underground space carries an extraordinary aura—deep and unfathomable! Li Qing probed the darkness with his spiritual sense, yet found nothing unusual, not even a single creature.

They immediately bolted outward, but before they'd run far, a colossal hand, blotting out the sky, reached down to snatch them.

Then you'd better train! Get out of here—can't you see they're starting to check rooms again down the mountain? the black-clad man snapped.

The true marvel of this supreme art lies in its ability to possess the innate magical abilities of demonic beasts. Innate magical abilities are special powers granted by the primordial forces of heaven and earth—untrainable and irrevocable—yet the Great Evil King achieved the impossible. He truly was a genius.

The moment he stepped away, the ground where he had stood and passed was reduced to dust by a tremendous force.

Come in. Hu Yong saw the undisguised revulsion in Ruan Qiuqi's eyes and slowly curled his lips.

As he spoke, Guan Hu pulled out a one-meter-long bronze ruler, which gleamed brilliantly in the sunlight, giving him a truly formidable presence.

Like the Curse Fire, this attack was not merely physical—it struck the soul as well. Once it landed, the victim's spirit could never escape, forever bound by the caster's curse, even through reincarnation.

The strange palm technique dissolved into streams of green smoke, which slapped against the spiritual energy barrier, causing it to hiss and crack. Lin Xiao's eyes flickered.

"How can a gnat shake a great tree?" Xie Lian smiled faintly. To enter the real world, fantasy beings must abandon their fantasy bodies, leaving only a fraction of their power. But Hu Yong's own aberrant ability came from Xie Lian, so it could wield Hu Yong's power more perfectly—and this was within its own domain.

"Did you all hear what Shi Brother just said? I'll say this plainly—I'm Niu, and if anyone acts on impulse and ignores the bigger picture, don't blame me, your senior brother, for being merciless. Alright, let's move out!" the white-haired elder rebuked.

"Of course I want to—don't you?" Lin Xifan said, tightening his arm around Li Yuqi's waist, pressing their bodies even closer. At this moment, they could clearly feel each other's heartbeats.

His heavy, burning body pressed down upon her, his thin lips savagely devouring Gu Xiaobei's lips—whether from anger, jealousy, or longing, affection, he no longer knew.

Lin Feng chuckled, extending his hands to either side, taking each bride's hand, and leading them forward.

When the sun revealed only half its face above the mountain peaks, black-clad figures arrived en masse outside the Ding family estate. It was now clear these black-clad men came from at least a dozen different factions—some groups numbering thirty or forty, others only two or three.

"Weight Space!" Wang Biao's main god avatar launched a magical attack as he struck the Lord of Misfortune. Before the Lord of Misfortune could react, a thick yellow-gold light enveloped him, generating immense gravity that rendered him unable to dodge—or escape.

He hated it. Since this world owed him so much, today he would repay it all in full.

In an instant, everything before his eyes vanished, like ripples spreading across a river.

"But Chen Feng has an eighty percent chance of losing against elemental users—while Long Jiu only has a fifty percent chance!" Li Ming continued his analysis.

A thick, heavy yellow-gold light surged rapidly around him, forming the most solid shield imaginable, blocking every wild wind blade and preventing them from advancing a single step.

Throughout this journey, I've been watching Lu Qi'ou—I must say, she looks truly beautiful in this ancient costume.

So close to me, he had no chance to dodge. All manner of beasts tore at his skeleton; soon, cracks covered every bone. Clearly, this skeleton was merely a disguise—he could not be seriously harmed until it was shattered.

Ming Xiang recalled their first meeting in the imperial palace, when this Prince Rui was only eleven years old—and already a master of scheming, utterly indifferent to others' fates.

To grow stronger—only by growing stronger could all this be achieved, not just for myself, but for those I wished to see.

Yan Zhi hadn't expected this item to be so effective—it was her first time using it in actual combat. Perfect.

According to Kaba's report, beyond the Burning Fortress's perimeter lie two true defensive outposts. Unlike the wooden one, these housed actual soldiers fit for battle, equipped with every kind of offensive and defensive apparatus—they were formidable hard nuts to crack.

At month's end, Chen Xuan finally fulfilled his wish and married Xinghua. Hua Shaoyan personally attended, giving Chen Xuan full face.

"Alright," Li Jingfu nodded. Zhao Shi had already gathered Li Jingfu's spare clothes from inside the house. As Li Jingfu took them, he suddenly remembered something and pulled a cloth bag from his robe, pressing it into Zhao Shi's hand.

They parted outside the hotel, agreeing to stay in touch and meet often. Yan Zhi watched her taxi disappear before hailing one of her own to go home.

The old lady's meaning-laden glance made Qingdai falter, then she chuckled awkwardly: "It's just hectic these first few days—it'll settle down soon." Grandmother's words were indeed "subtle."

Your brother-in-law is dissatisfied with his men—he's been muttering about your troops all day! He originally planned to come along, but then his underlings reported new movements from the gang, so he got held up.

"Pig? Where's the pig?" Mu Wen looked around but saw no pig. Yue Xia Qianying stared at Mu Wen's pig-mask—he looked exactly like a pig-headed humanoid. She was still deciding whether to tell him the truth.